A Vet Experience To Never Forget

I would like to share an experience with two vets I came across two years ago. It was a beautiful Saturday and I was actually playing basketball with my league friends. I play in a basketball league and we were one of the top two teams, duking out for the championship. Everything was going absolutely wonderful until I received an ominous text message from my roommate. She messaged me stating that my 13 year old cat was behaving oddly; he wasn’t responding to the typical calls, barely eating, and was laying in the hallways away from everyone, to the side. From previous experiences, I knew something was wrong. We both knew that he was sick or that, at least, something was wrong with him.

But…

Let Me Rewind To The Weekend Prior…

The weekend earlier, I had been playing basketball with my friends, practicing in anticipation of the upcoming week’s championship league game. It was two days before my birthday, so I was feeling good. On my way home, I picked up some Indian food for myself and both my roommates. Once I got home, I started conversing with one of them. However, ten minutes into the conversation, I noticed my little cat dude had not come up to me. A sense of alarm went off and just as I was asking my roommate where my cat was, we were two cats getting into a fight outside.

Boy, my heart sank and I had a gut feeling that my 100% indoor cat… was somehow outside, in trouble, fighting with another cat.

Now I can joke about it:

feline well

We all ran outside to find neither cat. We came back inside and searched the apartment. Nada. We all split up outside to cover more ground and also left treats leading back to the apartment. Two hours into the search, exhausted, as we were coming back up for snacks, I saw a cat waiting at the steps…

Lo & behold! It was my little cat!

I held him for fifteen minutes and we fed him and gave him water. While he would appear to be okay for the next week, on and off, he would sit away from everyone. Sitting away from everyone is very unlike the little dude.

Back to the day of the championship. It was a Saturday and I knew going to the vets in Escondido CA, or any city really, would be expensive. I called one who wanted to charge $100 just for bringing him in and only higher from there. The other vet I found told me she would look him over first.

Not having an option, I brought him in. It turned out that my cat had a temperate because he had a cyst, resulting from the fight with the stray. The cyst was infected and needed to be cleaned, drained, etc.

At first, I was told to be ready for anywhere from a $350-$500 charge, which I couldn’t afford. I pretty much told them I only had $275 and that would be after borrowing from my sister.

Guess what? They took care of my cat! They kept him for a couple of hours, drained the cyst and all of stuff. The only horrible thing was that they should have warned me of the open hole in his back. Errr!

I ended up purchasing some unsticky bandages and wrapping it around his back. He itched and would roll around to relieve himself of it but if he wasn’t the cutest thing you ever saw, feel free to call me a liar.

That vet was not only kind but I appreciate that she took awesome care of him. I would definitely go back to her with any issues that may arise in the future with my cat. We didn’t end up winning the championship game but I am glad my little man healed up well soon after!




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